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Jughead waited for FP to leave for the Whyte Wrym. His dad had a standing pool game there, almost every night.
Walking out of their trailer, he wished he had Betty's number. Maybe he should have taken that student directory that secretary had tried to give him on his first day.
Starting his bike, he made his way to the northside of town and to a now familiar street.
FP waited and watched his son, "where you going boy?" he asked starting his own bike and following his son.
Shaking his head, FP snorted, "of course," he murmured watching Jughead walk his bike just a little down from the house that housed his pretty blonde.
Picking up a couple small stones from the sidewalk, Jughead gently threw them at the window in the house that had a light on, "please be Betty's room," he whispered as the stones 'pinged' off the glass.
Betty was sitting at her vanity when she heard the soft 'ping' against her window. Getting up she looked out and couldn't help but smile. Jughead was in her yard.
Seeing Betty's face in the window, he smiled. Sneaking towards the house, he took in the ladder at the side.
Grabbing it, he moved it so it would be just below her window.
FP had made his way down the street. Shaking his head, he couldn't believe. Scratch that, he could. Jughead was just like him when he had been in high school. Only difference, Jughead had brains.
"FP," Fred Jones called, seeing his old classmate watching his son climb the ladder.
"Fred," FP said walking up the walkway.
"I have a vantage point that will let you see what's going on, if ya want it."
FP stroked his cheeks, "I want to know, but at the same time, do I really want to?"
Fred laughed, "well being as Betty is Alice's only living daughter, you might to make sure she doesn't shoot your son."
"I thought Alice had 2 daughters."
"She did," Fred said quietly, "here follow me."
Jughead climbed the latter, slowly so he didn't draw attention to himself.
"Hey there, Juliet," he said reaching the roof below, Betty's window.
Smiling and shrugging, Betty moved so he could climb through her window, "how many times have you done that?" she mused, as he did so with ease.
Jughead laughed, "not as many as you would think."
Fixing his jacket, "how are you?" he asked looking around her overly pink room.
"She's crazy," Betty mused following his gaze, feeling embarrassed by all the pink.
"She's a parent," he said, "they're all crazy."
Scoffing, "but if that means I'm crazy?" she questioned, "I told you there is something wrong with me."
Holding her arms, Jughead rubbed small circles on her shoulders, "you're not crazy," he said stepping closer.
"And…"
"What?" Betty asked looking at him, "Jughead what?"
Cupping her cheeks, Jughead pressed his lips against her. Feeling her gasp softly.
Betty reached up and gently traced his jaw with her fingers.
FP had followed Fred into what he guessed was Archie's bedroom, "so?"
"He's in the garage, practicing his guitar."
"Their rooms face each other's?" FP asked.
Fred shrugged, "not on purpose."
Looking across the way, FP watched his son kiss Betty Cooper, "oh boy," he said shallowly.
Fred followed and watched the two teenagers kiss, "Alice will have a conniption."
"It might do her some good," FP mused, "she looks like a stick in the mud."
Laughing, the two dads left Archie's room. FP didn't want to know if anything else happened between Betty and Jughead.
Gently breaking the kiss, Jughead let out a held breath. Betty opened her eyes and stared at him.
Opening his eyes, he met Betty's, "so…"
Giggling, "smooth," she teased.
"I realized something on my way over here," Jughead said stepping back.
"What's that?"
"I need your number."
"You want my number?" Betty asked, shocked.
Looking at her, "yes, I do," he said taking her hands and leading her to the bed.
Sitting down he pulled his phone out of his pocket. Betty sat down beside him and typed her number in. Calling herself, she smiled when his number appeared on her screen.
"Betty?" Jughead stopped.
"What?" she asked suddenly nervous.
"Kevin said something."
"About my dad," she guessed.
"I don't want to pry."
Reaching over and stroking his cheek, "you're not."
Betty sat quietly wringing her hands. She had no idea where to begin.
Jughead watched her and then shifted. Moving her pillows to pad her headboard, he scooted up and pulled her between his legs.
Wrapping his arms around her, he felt her relax.
Laying her head back against Jughead, "my dad used to fly into blind rages. One minute he would be fine, the next he would be a completely different person," she said quietly, "we never knew when a rage would come so my sister, Polly, and I came up with a system to get us out of his way when a rage hit," she continued wiping her eyes, "that's why I…."
"That's why you dig your nails into your palms," Jughead guessed holding her tighter.
Nodding, "that was one part of our system. If we stayed out his way and didn't do anything wrong, then his rage would disappear faster."
Kissing her head, Jughead listened, "then last year…"
"You don't have to tell me," he whispered kissing her head.
Turning Betty looked at him, "I want to."
"Okay."
"Polly was a year older than I am. She was seeing a guy, Jason Blossom," she started, "they were serious," wiping her eyes, "Polly ended up pregnant."
Taking a deep breath, "what happened?" he whispered.
"He found Polly's pregnancy test with the positive result. He went into a complete blind rage," Betty explained, tears falling.
"Betty?" Jughead whispered, pulling her tight against him and holding her as sobs racked her body.
"My dad killed Polly that afternoon," she whispered into his shoulder.
Pulling her ponytail out, Jughead pushed his hand into her hair and stroked her head. Running a soothing hand on a back, he just let her cry.
Betty didn't remember falling asleep. She just knew she was being moved. Rolling over she looked at Jughead, who was climbing off her bed.
"Jug," she whispered.
Turning he looked at her, "will you stay?" she asked.
Jughead nodded.
Betty scooted over as Jughead laid back down. Pulling her close, Jughead closed his eyes and sighed as Betty snuggled her head into his chest.
FP sat on the couch and watched the door and then the clock. Jughead wasn't home. It was past 2 a.m.
Picking up his phone, he called his son. No answer.
Getting up off the couch, he went to bed. He would deal with Jughead tomorrow.
Betty's alarm went off at 6 a.m. Shifting she felt a warm body behind her, an arm around her waist and one under her head.
Sitting up she took in Jughead, who was still asleep, "Jug," she whispered, "its morning."
Jughead rubbed his eyes and looked at Betty. She was beautiful in the morning, "what time is it?"
"6 a.m."
"Shit, I have to change," he said sitting up.
Betty blushed as his shirt lifted and she got a flash of his abdomen, "thank you for staying," she said standing up.
Pulling her close, "anytime you need me," he told her, kissing her deeply.
Climbing down the ladder, Jughead climbed on his bike and started the engine.
Alice Cooper stood at her front window and watched the teenage Serpent drive away. Looking at the stairs, she shook her head. Betty was just like her.
Killing the engine of his bike, Jughead almost wished he hadn't, "boy," FP seethed, standing in the doorway to their trailer.
"Shit," Jughead whispered.
FP moved out of the way as Jughead walked in, in the same clothes he had been wearing yesterday.
"You have some explaining to do."
"I needed to see Betty. Make sure she was okay."
"Why wouldn't she be?" FP asked.
"Look you weren't the first person to tell me that her mom wouldn't react well to us," Jughead confessed.
"Who else said something?"
"This kid in our class, Kevin."
"Keller?"
"Yeah."
"That's Sheriff Keller's boy."
"Makes sense that he would know."
Jughead looked at his dad and saw the question on his face that he knew FP wouldn't ask, "we didn't have sex."
Coughing, "then why didn't you come home?"
Running a hand through his hair, "Betty told me something about her family and it was intense," he said, "she fell asleep and when I tucked her in, she woke up," he continued, "she asked me to stay."
"And you couldn't say no."
"I didn't want to."
"Boy."
"We stayed in our clothes all night. No roaming hands."
FP smirked and looked at Jughead, "uh huh."
Shaking his head, Jughead went to take a shower. A cold one.
So Jughead knows about Betty's dad. And he needed a cold shower. What did you think?
